Seven months passed by since Nathan started his mission, on week since the Interpol agent's family was killed.
The first thing Sterling saw was the body bag resting on the floor.
-Good God, Nate, who died now? - Sterling walked to the bag and opened it finding an unrecognizable burnt body. -What in the hell?
-Security guard. - Nathan clarified. - Hit "number two". Since the poor bastard didn't have any living relatives Jean burned him alive.
James took a few steps back covering his mouth with his right hand, he was feeling nauseous.
-What do you want me to do with this? - Nathan handed James his wallet.
-He's me, Sterling. This is how I died. Your men at Interpol are going to say his teeth match mine so my family thinks it's me. Also, you're going to change my place and date of death. - Sterling raised an eyebrow at him, he was confused now. - Officially I died years ago, I was depressed after Sam's death, drunk too much, fell asleep with the oven on, my house burned out with me inside... - Sterling nodded.
-Your family will think you died here, but Jean will think you died years ago. That way if they find you're a lie they will think "Nathan Ford" is just on more identity you stole. He won't go after the team...
-Also I need you to create me a new identity, my real one. The person I was before I became Nathan Ford...
Sterling nodded again.
-Nathan... John told me what Jean said to him about Olivia... You know... - Sterling was as white as snow.
-About being fucked? - James eyes widened sadly at those words. - It's a lie. Nobody touched her, don't worry...
-One more thing... - Nathan was half way through the door. - Who's "number two"? - Nate smiled at those words and walked away
(Flashback)
Nathan/Moreau was seating on Jean's lounge smoking a cigar (He didn't like it, but Moreau did) when a very young girl entered without knocking. To his surprise the man smiled widely at the girl. She handed him a blue case which he opened.
-Very good! - He stroked her hair softly.
-Can I get my candy now? - She asked with blue eyes shining in expectancy.
-Sure you can, darling. - Jean said inspecting the files. - Didthis give you any trouble? - The girl shook her head no.
-I'm sorry, who's this? - Nathan asked using the same arrogant tone Moreau would. Jean smiled again.
-She's Number two, my special girl! Number two; tell this gentleman how special you are!
-I am this special! - The girl said opening her arms the maximum she could, her mouth and face full of chocolate.
Jean got up and went to hug the little girl, she shifted away from him.
-What's wrong, girl? - He asked genuinely concerned.
-Nothing! - Her head was down with shame; shame and fear.
-Take off your blouse! - Jean suddenly ordered.
-I don't want to! - She turned around, going for the chocolate bawl again; he punched the table knocking it on the floor.
-Damn it! Do as I tell you! - Her eyes were shinning wet; a fat tear rolled her pale face. She took off her blouse and a huge bruise showed up on her chest. - Who did this to you? - His voice was close to a whisper now.
-Ryan... I didn't want to eat my soup and he got mad. It's my fault! - She was now openly crying. Nathan felt bad for the girl; she shouldn't be older than four.
-It's not your fault! - He shouted, she stepped back, he pulled her into his arms. - Don't worry; everything's going to be fine! He won't hurt you anymore...
Next will tell you the story of number two if want to know it. If don't it will be a chapter about Sophie.